Chapter 1347
Good luck, special potential
After the previous great battle, his magical power was almost completely depleted.
At this moment, he was simply unable to fight the enemy with all his might.
Without the slightest hesitation, Song Xinyuan immediately raised his hand and summoned the cyan flying boat, transforming it into a streak of light and fleeing into the distance.
Before long, several figures caught up with the sandpit and reached the sky above it.
One of the cultivators glanced at the battlefield below, his gaze immediately drawn to the remaining spiritual herbs in the pit.
"Senior Brother Wei, it's a Snake Flower."
It's already been picked; it must be on that person!
"Chase him! That kid is all alone, he must be a rogue cultivator or from another cultivation world, there's no need to leave him alive."
The group did not linger; they immediately used magic to chase after Song Xinyuan in the direction she had fled.
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Several days later, the seventh floor of the "Tower of Babel" was located in a valley.
A streak of light flew from afar and landed directly in a stone cave in the valley.
After carefully setting up a magic array near the entrance, Song Xinyuan, exhausted, sat down.
The great battle he fought in the sixth level of the desert had made him a target, attracting many cultivators to pursue him.
These days, Song Xinyuan has been hiding and fleeing, and is physically and mentally exhausted.
Fortunately, he was quite lucky. Several times when he was about to be caught, a cold wind and thunderstorms happened to blow nearby, which allowed him to successfully break through the encirclement with the many treasures he carried.
He only managed to completely shake off the cultivators who were chasing him after he reached the seventh floor of the Tower of Babel through the teleportation array.
Compared to the sixth floor, the number of cultivators on the seventh floor of the Tower of Babel is significantly less than half.
After searching for a long time, Song Xinyuan finally found a suitable place for seclusion and meditation, and finally had some time to rest.
He took out a magic pill from his person and swallowed it directly.
A surge of rich spiritual energy immediately rushed into Song Xinyuan's dantian, making him feel a rare warmth in his heart, something he hadn't experienced in days.
After meditating and casting spells for most of the day, Song Xinyuan's magical power had recovered to about 70-80%, which immediately relaxed his previously tense expression.
Reaching out of her waist, Song Xinyuan took out a map and carefully scanned it before quickly finding her current location.
"The seventh floor of the Tower of Babel is accessible only to cultivators at the late Golden Core stage or above. It is said that one can also find high-level spiritual items of level four or above."
I've gained quite a lot from this trip.
However, there is still some time before the secret realm closes, so there should still be two or three places to explore.
Next, ...
Just as Song Xinyuan was pondering where he should go next, a voice transmission suddenly flew from afar outside the cave where he was, interrupting his thoughts.
"Fellow Daoists inside, I have been chased here by the demon race and am unable to escape. I beg you all to open the formation for the sake of our human race and let me go in to take refuge."
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Looking through the barrier, he saw a streak of light approaching him from afar.
The woman who arrived was a beautiful young woman whose cultivation level was comparable to Song Xinyuan's, also at the eighth level of the Golden Core realm.
The woman scanned the valley and, seeing no reaction from her surroundings, grew increasingly anxious.
"Fellow Daoists, I am a disciple of the Tianxuan Sect of the East Sea."
Those demon thieves are almost here. Please help me get in first. Yan Yue would be extremely grateful and would like to offer them a generous gift.
Not long after Yan Yue finished speaking, a vortex-like hole suddenly appeared on the mountain wall on one side of the valley, and she quickly slipped into it.
The next moment, the scene in front of her changed, and a white-clad figure appeared in front of her, none other than Song Xinyuan, who was holding an array plate.
"Thank you for your help, fellow Daoist. May I ask who you are?"
"Don't speak yet, someone's coming."
Before Yan Yue could finish speaking, Song Xinyuan, who had a serious expression on her face, interrupted her.
Several more streaks of light chased after her from afar, their menacing aura clearly aimed at her.
However, both of their auras were concealed by the magic array, and their opponents clearly hadn't discovered their location.
After a brief search of the valley area yielded no results, they quickly left the area and continued their pursuit.
Only after the other party's escape light disappeared did Song Xinyuan calm down and look at the woman beside her.
Upon seeing the other party, he immediately took the initiative to bow and greet them!
"My name is Yan Yue. May I ask how my benefactor is addressed?"
"Li Qingyuan!"
"You just said that you are a disciple of the East Sea Heavenly Profound Sect!"
"May I ask what your relationship is with Senior Luo Li of White Sand Island?"
"Luo Li is indeed my master! Fellow Daoist Li, do you perhaps know my master?"
"A few years ago, I had the honor of meeting your master once at Qingyun Mountain, but I wouldn't say I knew him."
Seeing Yan Yue looking at her with curiosity, Song Xinyuan pondered for a moment and gently shook her head.
Upon hearing this, Yan Yue couldn't help but show a hint of disappointment on her face.
"Fellow Daoist Yan Yue, when I was setting up the formation, I was sure I hadn't left any flaws. How did you discover that I was here?"
"Could it be that you, fellow Daoist, are also a high-level formation master?"
Although Song Xinyuan's main cultivation is not the Dao of Formations, the formation in his hand is a genuine Level 3 formation, which is not so easy for ordinary Golden Core cultivators to detect.
The young woman in front of us had just been able to accurately locate the valley, which clearly meant she had noticed the unusual place long ago.
It is clear that the other party is either proficient in the art of formations, or may possess some extraordinary treasure.
As expected, upon hearing Song Xinyuan's question, Yan Yue smiled and nodded in response:
"What Fellow Daoist Li said is correct. I specialize in the Dao of Array Formations and am a third-grade high-rank Array Formation Master."
I was just passing by the valley when I noticed some unusual fluctuations in the spiritual energy within it, so I made a special detour to take a look. I never expected to actually encounter a fellow Daoist.
Fortunately, Fellow Daoist Li knows my master; otherwise, I fear I would be doomed today.
As Yan Yue was speaking, she suddenly coughed, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, clearly indicating that she had been seriously injured on the way here.
Seeing this, Song Xinyuan immediately took out several healing pills from her person and handed them to the other party.
“This is because Fellow Daoist Li saved my life. I haven’t even had a chance to repay your great kindness, so how could I dare to ask you for a spiritual pill?”
"I met Senior Luo a few times back then, so it can be said that we had some kind of connection."
These healing pills aren't particularly valuable, but they're extremely important to you right now, so please don't stand on ceremony, fellow Daoist."
When Song Qingming celebrated his transformation into a deity, Luo Li represented the Tianxuan Sect at Qingyun Mountain. Song Xinyuan had also met him.
They also knew that Luo Li not only had a good relationship with Song Qingming, but also inherited the Xuanming Sword Technique from her aunt Song Qingyu.
It was precisely because Song Xinyuan knew this connection that she was able to open the magic array in time to save Yan Yue.
When the other party tried to refuse, Song Xinyuan ignored her and directly stuffed the jade bottle into Yan Yue's hand.
Looking at the still-warm jade bottle in her hand, Yan Yue's eyes immediately revealed a trace of gratitude.
"Fellow Daoist Yan Yue, how did you come to be targeted by these demon cultivators? Could it be that you, like me, were separated from your companions?"
Upon hearing Song Xinyuan ask about her companion, a trace of sorrow suddenly appeared on Yan Yue's face.
"To be honest, my companions and I were searching for treasure in a valley when we unexpectedly encountered this group of demon experts lying in ambush as soon as we came out."
Although we fought desperately, we were no match for them and were ultimately defeated.
Everyone else except me has perished.
"If it weren't for the fact that Yan Yue's life wasn't meant to end, and that she happened to be rescued by this fellow Daoist, I'm afraid I would have perished at their hands today as well."
"Life is unpredictable, please accept my condolences, fellow Daoist!"
Seeing a tear suddenly well up in the other person's eyes, Song Xinyuan's heart was also moved, and she couldn't help but say a comforting word.
Just as the two were talking, the streaks of light that had just flown past suddenly flew back, seemingly still searching for Yan Yue's whereabouts.
Fortunately, most demon cultivators were not proficient in formations. These demon kings searched the vicinity for a long time but still could not find where the two were hiding. They could only leave the valley along the original route.
After half a day had passed and the other party still hadn't returned, Song Xinyuan finally felt relieved and got up to open the cave's magic array.
"Fellow Daoist Li, where are you going? Could you take me with you?"
Seeing that Song Xinyuan was about to leave, Yan Yue quickly followed, wanting to go with her.
However, Song Xinyuan shook her head at him.
“Fellow Daoist Yan, the place I am about to go may be somewhat dangerous. Your injuries have not yet fully healed, so it would be safer for you to stay here.”
"Rest assured, fellow Daoist, with this formation in place, those demon experts won't find you so easily."
"Fellow Daoist Li, rest assured, I have just taken the pill and my injuries are no longer a problem. Why don't I go with you?"
Although Yan Yue's supernatural abilities are not as good as yours, she is still a third-grade high-level array master. If you go to search for treasure, she will definitely be able to help you.
Fellow Daoist, rest assured, no matter what we find next, I will not compete with you.
"Consider this Yan Yue's way of repaying Fellow Daoist Li for saving her life."
"If that's the case, then please feel free to greet me!"
However, I must state beforehand that if you encounter any danger, please do as you see fit!
Seeing that Yan Yue seemed unwilling to stay alone, Song Xinyuan nodded slightly and did not refuse her again. The two walked out of the cave together.
Once the magic array was put away, Song Xinyuan led the other party away from the valley and headed west.
Before long, Song Xinyuan and his companion arrived at the edge of a jungle shrouded in poisonous fog.
After glancing at the map in his hand, Song Xinyuan immediately stopped and cast a spell to create a sword light shield that blocked the flying boat.
The two quickly passed through the poisonous fog and entered the dense jungle.
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Half a day later, when the two appeared in front of a pool of water, Yan Yue saw a spiritual herb in it, and a hint of excitement suddenly appeared on her face.
“Fellow Daoist Li, my companions and I have passed through here before and did not notice anything unusual.”
I never expected that a level four crystal lotus would be hidden here.
"Hmm! I knew I made the right decision to come in this time. It seems I'm really lucky."
Most of the seventh and eighth floors of the Tower of Babel have already been explored by those major sects, so it should be difficult to find spiritual items of level four or above.
Song Xinyuan initially approached it with the intention of giving it a try, but unexpectedly, she actually found a level-four spiritual herb.
At this moment, he was also very happy.
After carefully picking the medicinal herb, Song Xinyuan took out a bag of spirit stones from in front of her and handed it to Yan Yue, who was standing to the side. However, Yan Yue waved her hand and did not accept it.
"Fellow Daoist Li, what are you doing!"
"If it weren't for Fellow Daoist Yan's presence, I wouldn't have been able to break through the formation and enter smoothly. Fellow Daoist Yan has been a great help to me, so please don't be shy about accepting these spirit stones."
“No, that won’t do. We’ve already agreed that I’m here to repay a debt of gratitude, so breaking the formation is my duty.”
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Seeing that the other party was trying hard to refuse, Song Xinyuan did not force them. The two searched the surroundings again before leaving the pool.
Just as the two emerged from the poisonous fog, two strange beams of light suddenly appeared from the side and shot towards Song Xinyuan, who was walking in front.
But just as the spiritual light reached him, it was swallowed whole by a white dragon, which stopped it.
The next moment, Song Xinyuan and the other person dodged backward, only to find that several figures had appeared outside and were blocking their way.
"Oh! It's you guys again."
"Hahaha, I was wondering why someone had triggered the restrictions inside. It was you again. Let's see where you can run this time."
The three Golden Core Demon Kings ahead are all at the late Golden Core stage; they were the ones who recently chased after Yan Yue.
When Yan Yue saw them appear here again to ambush her, a look of surprise immediately flashed across her face.
Meanwhile, Song Xinyuan held a white jade ruler in her hand, her eyes fixed on the three demon kings in front of her.
"Fellow Daoist Yan, you go first, I'll hold them off!"
"No! These three guys are incredibly powerful. It's too dangerous for you to deal with them alone, Fellow Daoist Li. Let's go together; that way, our chances of escaping will be much greater."
When Song Xinyuan told her to go first, Yan Yue immediately shook her head, wanting to face the danger together with her.
"Hahaha, now that things have come to this, neither of you can leave."
Seeing that the other side was still discussing how to escape and did not take them seriously at all, the three demon kings standing opposite them also showed a hint of displeasure.
The three demon kings exchanged glances and then attacked from three different directions.
"careful!"
Before Yan Yue could even offer a word of warning, she cast a spell to activate her flying sword and intercept one of the demon kings.
The other two demon kings surrounded Song Xinyuan.
Facing two demon experts whose cultivation levels were similar to his own, Song Xinyuan showed no fear whatsoever. He raised his hand and used the "White Dragon Ruler" to easily block the two demons' attacks.
The next moment, Song Xinyuan's sleeves twitched, and three huge "puppet beasts" flew out and pounced directly at the opponent.
Although Song Xinyuan did not inherit his father Song Qingming's array formation skills, he followed his mother in cultivation from a young age and also inherited Li Xuanyi's "puppet" secret technique.
These three Golden Core level "puppet beasts" were all personally crafted by Song Xinyuan.
With the help of the "puppet beast," they quickly managed to restrain one of the demon kings, leaving him with only one opponent.
Although this demon king's cultivation had reached the late stage of the Golden Core realm, his supernatural powers were no match for Song Xinyuan's. He was quickly forced to retreat by the "Crimson Fire Centrifugal Sword" in Song Xinyuan's hand.
Only then did he realize that his opponent was far more difficult to deal with than he had imagined, and he was immediately rendered speechless by the beating.
Seeing the other party pressing closer, the Demon King's face turned extremely ugly.
"You've got real talent today, everyone get out of here!"
The demon king spat out his natal golden core, forcing Song Xinyuan back, and then turned to retreat with his companions.
But just as he was about to escape, a ring suddenly flew out of Song Xinyuan's hand, trapping him in place.
Before the other two demon kings could come forward to help, a sharp sword light had already reached the opponent.
As the sword flashed, a large hole appeared in the Demon King's chest, and he fell to the ground, his face filled with resentment.
"Young Master, let's go quickly."
The other two demon kings were immediately surprised when they saw this, and turned to flee the battlefield.
Song Xinyuan and Yan Yue, who were standing to the side, immediately chased after them.
Faced with two demon kings who had lost their will to fight, Song Xinyuan and his companion killed one of them without much effort.
Although the last demon king wasn't particularly strong, its demonic escape technique was extremely powerful, allowing it to flee hundreds of miles away.
Seeing that the other party was about to escape from her sight, Song Xinyuan, who did not want to let the other party get away, immediately took out a high-level talisman and stuck it on her chest.
The next moment, a surge of spiritual light appeared beneath Song Xinyuan's feet, and his escape speed more than doubled out of thin air.
With the help of high-level talismans, he quickly caught up with the Demon King.
The crimson sword light flew through the air, about to pierce through the demon king's body.
Just then, a beam of light suddenly flew from afar and struck the crimson sword light, instantly helping the demon king out of his predicament.
Song Xinyuan looked up and saw an even more powerful beam of light appearing in front of the Demon King.
Seemingly sensing a hint of danger, Song Xinyuan immediately stopped her pursuit and turned to retreat.
Before he could get far, a powerful pressure quickly enveloped him from behind.
Where are you going?
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The loud noise pierced Song Xinyuan's eardrums, instantly shaking his body and interrupting the escape light beneath his feet.
By the time Song Xinyuan reacted, a man in a red robe had already appeared in front of him, looking at him with a hint of displeasure.
The man in the red robe exuded a powerful aura, and his cultivation was clearly higher than that of the previous demon kings, making Song Xinyuan feel uncomfortable.
Given the immense pressure he exuded and the fact that he had already taken human form, the identity of the man in the red robe was now quite obvious.
"Nascent Soul Demon Emperor!"
At this point in time, the ninth floor of the Tower of Babel has already opened. How could a Nascent Soul level demon emperor possibly appear here?
Although he possesses many rare treasures, his supernatural abilities far surpass those of ordinary Golden Core cultivators.
However, facing a Nascent Soul Demon Emperor, Song Xinyuan still felt an unprecedented pressure, and beads of sweat involuntarily appeared on his forehead.
Knowing that the other party was beyond her current ability to deal with, Song Xinyuan immediately activated a secret technique and fled into the distance.
But just as he made his move, a streak of crimson light followed closely behind.
The next moment, another ear-piercing, enormous sound wave struck.
"How dare you kill my men and your clansmen, and you think you can just walk away!"
Even with a high-grade level three defensive magic weapon like the "White Dragon Ruler" in hand, Song Xinyuan was still jolted by the sound waves and forced to stop again.
"Hahaha."
As the power of the sonic attack intensified, Song Xinyuan suddenly clutched her head and fell from mid-air.
Upon seeing this, the man in the red robe was immediately delighted and chased after the other party.
Just as he was about to get close to his opponent, Song Xinyuan, who had been suppressed by the sound waves, suddenly turned around and raised his hand to release a spiritual sword talisman.
The "Golden Sword Talisman" was a protective treasure left to him by Li Xuanyi. When unleashed, it was equivalent to a full-force attack from a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Facing a demon emperor at the Nascent Soul level, Song Xinyuan knew that he was no match for him in a direct confrontation, and this was the only trump card he could use.
The golden sword talisman flashed through the air and pierced the red-robed man's chest before his opponent could react.
The red-clad man stared in disbelief at the large hole in his chest.
The next moment, he clutched his chest and fell straight down from mid-air.
Just when Song Xinyuan thought that her attack had finished off her opponent.
Unexpectedly, the red-robed man who had already fallen in the distance suddenly burst forth with bursts of bloody light from his body, and then flashed back into mid-air.
At this moment, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his breathing was somewhat unstable.
However, the oppressive aura emanating from him did not diminish much.
"Damn human brat, I never expected you to possess such supernatural powers. I underestimated you today."
"But you only have this one sword strike, which is far from enough to deal with me."
As the man in the red robe lowered his right hand, the area where a large hole had been opened was now covered by a ball of crimson spiritual light, which helped him forcibly suppress the injury.
Immediately afterwards, the man in red robes opened his mouth and spat out a bronze bell-shaped magical artifact, aiming it at Song Xinyuan, who was not far away.
With a roar emanating from within, the surrounding air was instantly shattered by the sound waves, and the attack's momentum far exceeded that of the previous attacks.
In order to activate the "Golden Sword Talisman", Song Xinyuan had already consumed most of her magical power.
For now, he can only barely activate the "White Dragon Ruler" in his hand to defend.
However, this top-grade level three defensive magic weapon could only hold off the red-robed man's sonic attack for a short while before it gave out.
Seeing the magic weapon in her hand shatter, a look of despair appeared on Song Xinyuan's face.
At that moment, familiar figures flashed through his mind.
"Father, Mother, Aunt, Yuling."
"Fellow Daoist Yan, run away quickly!"
Under the vibration of the sound waves, Song Xinyuan's consciousness gradually became blurred.
He mustered the last bit of magical power in his body, gritted his teeth, and released a telepathic message before slowly closing his eyes.
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In the courtyard of the valley.
Two figures sat around a stone table, and not far from them, a golden scroll floated in mid-air.
Inside the golden scroll, a series of moving images are playing.
Inside, there might be cultivators engaged in magical battles, or people sitting cross-legged discussing and debating something; what is revealed is what is happening in every corner of the "Tower of Babel".
"I didn't expect the Floating Cloud Mountains to have changed so much. So many people have come in to search for treasures. I should have prepared more spiritual items."
"It's been like this all these years, so Sister Xia doesn't need to worry about it too much."
Human greed knows no bounds. Having too many treasures might not be a good thing for them, and who knows how many people will lose their lives here in the end.
If my sister is so inclined, she could lend a hand to those promising younger generations.
"Oh! That junior just now, I wonder what special potential he possesses? Qingyu, why don't you tell me about it?"
"Um, Sister Xia, don't you think he looks a bit like someone?"
"It's her! I see!" (End of Chapter)